“’You incorrigible gamblers,’ said Roger chaffingly to them, when he found them at the tables.
“’We are not gambling,’ said Christine freezingly; ‘we are looking on.’
“’I DON’T think,’ said Roger knowingly; ‘of course you’re a syndicate and aunt is putting the stakes on for all of you. Anyone can tell by your looks when the wrong horse wins that you’ve got a stake on.’
“Aunt and nephew had supper alone that night, or at least they would have if Bertie hadn’t joined them; all the Brimley Bomefields had headaches.
“The aunt carried them all off to Dieppe the next day and set cheerily about the task of winning back some of her losses. Her luck was variable; in fact, she had some fair streaks of good fortune, just enough to keep her thoroughly amused with her new distraction; but on the wh
